Knights of Flavortown is my favorite summon.
Session 11 Journal (30th of Forta to 2nd of Fifthe)
It was pan-fried chicken with a mushroom-gravy sauce. Bitch.
1st of Fifthe, 1107
We woke up early today. Coeller gave all of us a bottle of flammable solution, which would be effective against the undead skincrawlers.
Solution is very flammable; more so than most oil. May be good for stir fries, but if I attempt that I must be very careful with how much I use.
The skincrawlers were certainly a terrifying force to be reckoned with, and the battle had already begun, with the results of it unclear. Thankfully, we managed to sneak our caravan amongst some rocks without notice. While Koal prepared to attack, I untied Snickerdoodle from the wagon and rode her valiantly. Not into battle, there was no chance I was fighting while riding an animal as is, much less one as irritable as Snickerdoodle. Still though, I drew the ETE army’s attention, which meant the skincrawlers’ human shields were on the wrong side to block an attack from Koal. And it was quite the devastating attack; he used the solution and burned up a large group of the things. Which is good, because my dumb move would have certainly gotten me pincered.
Either way though, Decent made one hell of an entrance; in a single moment, their ship crashed on to shore and unleashed an attack devastating enough to burn away the rest of the skincrawlers. It was,
quite frankly, cool as hell. And it allowed us to get a move on to Arbor without a fight that could kill us. I’ll have to thank those guys later. Them and Vryne.
Thanks to Pash, getting through Arbor was easy. It was quite the sight though: we were witness to turbulent fits of passion and rejection. Sometimes both at the same time! The worst of it all, though, was the kitchen. Where most of the fortress’s residents were merely kissing or bickering (or kiss bickering,) it seems a group of people were holding a cooking contest, similar to the one I participated in back at Flamewrought. EXCEPT THEY WERE ALL AWFUL AT COOKING. Amateurs. All of them. I would have kicked them all out and showed them the basics from a safe distance if we weren’t in the middle of something else.
At the very least, the rest of the jailbreak wasn’t so taxing. We freed the prisoners, who took little time to charge to the ground floor, before we found a secret elevator that led to the roof. As it turns out, Oh-Kae, Koal’s fiancé, as well as Baron Arbor and his lover Julian had managed to escape and hide out on the roof. Koal had a very, very intimate reunion with Oh-Kae, most of which I did not pay attention to out of respect.
Right on time, Beatrice came charging into Arbor, which was as sure a sign the battle was over as one could hope for. After everything had settled, I was finally able to apologize to her for my earlier lackluster attempt at human interaction. We both seem to be in the same boat, in that neither of us are really good at romance. In any capacity. Even now she’s unsure of her feelings for Emerine, but at the very least I wanted to make her sure of our friendship. I don’t know if I’m good at that either, but she left seemingly happy, so I can only hope for her best.
To my relief, both Dad and Ark survived the battle. Ark ended up pretty hurt, though. From the sounds of it, he pulled of some really impressive stunts. I wish I could have been there to see them, but his boasting about catapulting himself across a battlefield are great in their own right. He’s a gigantic dork, trying to sound as cool as he possibly can, despite the fact that half his body was covered in gashes and bruises. It’s adorable, really.
2nd of Fifthe, 1107
I woke up early this morning to make a nice challah for French toast. I figured, hey! It’s the final battle! Why not make a really nice, (if very sugary) breakfast for everyone? Well apparently, Oh-Kae’s brother Eh-Good-Nuff got real pissy at Koal and started arguing with my dad about who should lead the army in the coming fight. He didn’t have a plan, he was just mad about Koal marrying his sister. He didn’t get bacon or tea to go with his breakfast. Because I can be spiteful too.
There was some deliberation about what to do today. Wyserias waited for us in Windswept Dragonswept, but we knew the Storm Dragon waited not far out to sea. Wyserias’s men were apparently heading out to meet that dragon, presumably to do further damage to them. But Wyserias’s death would not only make those soldiers think twice about harming that dragon, but it would also serve as a climactic end to a story we could feed to the dragon to heal it. So thanks to Coeller’s weird magic, Wyserias has been given a grudge against Deneb; an opening which should allow us to challenge him face to face.
With our goal in sight, we sailed around to attack Dragonswept from the back, while the rest of the army attacks from the front. We docked, and managed to scare away most of the soldiers in the process. We weren’t given a free ride to Wyserias, though, as we were stopped by a small group of soldiers, who I would have assumed were elite guards or something. Except I think one of them was some guy who owned a winery? Blackthorn or something? I have no clue why that guy was there. He was really tough though. Everyone else had an easy time with the guards they clashed with, (Koal murdered a man with lightning,) but I got my head handed to me. At least until he was alone, that was the point we all ganged up on him.
Now that that’s done, we’re all dusting ourselves off. We left (most of) them alive; we can’t be bothered fighting people who may just give up once Wyserias dies. The way is clear, and we know where Wyserias is hiding. I gotta write off the cuff now, because the moment that fucker dies, I’ve got a dragon to feed.